More Gates: 110th to 96th Streets

I woke up early, and it's a very nice morning, so I stopped in Central Park on my way to work.

I went in at 110th and Central Park West, where I soon ran into a volunteer for the project. He told me that the path I was on led to a road--and yes, I could walk on one side of it, but there was traffic. So I turned back and went downstairs. And then up, and around.

At that hour on a weekday, a lot of people and dogs are in the north end of the park. There were also other people clearly there for the art--the cameras were a giveaway.

There's a gap in the gates, a few blocks south of 110th in a hilly area: the paths continue, but the orange doesn't. I kept going and it resumed.

I'm not sure if it was my mood or the different piece of the park, but while I enjoyed looking at the gates and the patterns they made, I was mostly enjoying being out and walking up and down hills. All of Central Park is shaped and artificial, but the south end is flatter than the north.

Tomorrow, time allowing, I may take the guide's suggestion and walk across the north end to see the gates at the Harlem Meer: he offered me that as "something special" and said they're over the water.

I'd invited cattitude to come downtown with me, but (as I expected) he declined. Walking with him is good, but so is walking by myself, and he wouldn't have liked the dogs.

More Gates: 110th to 96th Streets

I woke up early, and it's a very nice morning, so I stopped in Central Park on my way to work.

I went in at 110th and Central Park West, where I soon ran into a volunteer for the project. He told me that the path I was on led to a road--and yes, I could walk on one side of it, but there was traffic. So I turned back and went downstairs. And then up, and around.

At that hour on a weekday, a lot of people and dogs are in the north end of the park. There were also other people clearly there for the art--the cameras were a giveaway.

There's a gap in the gates, a few blocks south of 110th in a hilly area: the paths continue, but the orange doesn't. I kept going and it resumed.

I'm not sure if it was my mood or the different piece of the park, but while I enjoyed looking at the gates and the patterns they made, I was mostly enjoying being out and walking up and down hills. All of Central Park is shaped and artificial, but the south end is flatter than the north.

Tomorrow, time allowing, I may take the guide's suggestion and walk across the north end to see the gates at the Harlem Meer: he offered me that as "something special" and said they're over the water.

I'd invited cattitude to come downtown with me, but (as I expected) he declined. Walking with him is good, but so is walking by myself, and he wouldn't have liked the dogs.

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Our friend spiritrover has found more evidence of water on Mars.

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Our friend spiritrover has found more evidence of water on Mars.

Felix

An appointment calendar isn't much use if you don't look at it.

Fortunately, I did look at my email this morning, and found that athenais had sent me a note, pointing out that we hadn't settled the details of our date for this evening, and giving me her cell phone number.

I called her, and we eventually settled on meeting in the lobby of the place I work, and then deciding. That decision wound up being Grand Sichuan, where we ate fresh chicken with a spicy sauce whose name I don't remember (Aozhou?) and eggplant with pork and garlic sauce, and talking. Topics included life, people, hair and not coloring same, The Gates, work, and the difference between agreeing that the Bush administration is evil and concluding from that that anyone who voted for Dubya is evil. (I cling to the hope that they are merely misinformed.) Oddly, I don't think we discussed books.

After large quantities of good food, I walked her to the N/R station at 49th Street, ducked into the IRT a block away, and came home, proofreading on the subway.

Felix

An appointment calendar isn't much use if you don't look at it.

Fortunately, I did look at my email this morning, and found that athenais had sent me a note, pointing out that we hadn't settled the details of our date for this evening, and giving me her cell phone number.

I called her, and we eventually settled on meeting in the lobby of the place I work, and then deciding. That decision wound up being Grand Sichuan, where we ate fresh chicken with a spicy sauce whose name I don't remember (Aozhou?) and eggplant with pork and garlic sauce, and talking. Topics included life, people, hair and not coloring same, The Gates, work, and the difference between agreeing that the Bush administration is evil and concluding from that that anyone who voted for Dubya is evil. (I cling to the hope that they are merely misinformed.) Oddly, I don't think we discussed books.

After large quantities of good food, I walked her to the N/R station at 49th Street, ducked into the IRT a block away, and came home, proofreading on the subway.